When Michael heard Cho's goal, he shook his head. "That's not small at all, Cho," he answered, looking her straight in the eye. Michael was used to making people feel better about themselves, and he couldn't help but feel that Cho needed to hear that it was a worthy goal to want to me independent. He was still trying to achieve that, and while it seemed within reach most days, sometimes Michael began to doubt himself. He was not, after all, nearly as smart as most of his friends. "That's a great thing to work toward."
"I guess the easiest thing would be to start with a list of what interests you. . . though you may have already done that." Michael added that second part rather quickly, as if he didn't want Cho to think he was trying to tell her what to do. It really wasn't his place. All he could do was offer to help.